“Hannibal” recap (2.10): Naka-Choko


Friday night we witnessed Michael Pitt’s long-awaited debut on Hannibal, as Margot’s psychotic brother Mason. Instead of the doe-eyed, shaggy-haired pretty boy we’ve seen on film, Pitt’s character is disheveled in a mad-scientist sort of way, his hair upward in a wind storm, glasses, a fur coat, with one seriously haughty God complex. “And this little pig went all the way home,” he squeals to his sister Margot, as he shows her his latest piece of work—a giant pig pen, where the oinkers are ready at the flick of a switch to rip up a human being, after years of breeding, weird modifications and other secrets we’re sure Mason has up his sleeve. Troubling most of all is the “fake Margot” he wheels in, made up of meat, but dressed in one of Margot’s suits, currently being doused in perfume by a Mafia-looking man Mason calls Carlo. Though, in Dr. Lecter’s world, the mafia is the least of anyone’s worries.


Speaking of Dr. Lecter, he’s come by the sprawling Verner estate to officially meet Mason, who seems curious about Margot’s therapy, which he proclaims he’s paying for. I feel bad for Margot, but I wonder who has the ultimate control in this dangerous sibling game. She’s been telling Dr. Lecter that she has no autonomy, no future. Dr. Lecter brings up killing Mason again—because killing someone creates a legacy, and a link, there in its act, which Dr. Lecter enacts on the daily. “I don’t get a legacy,” she says Dr. Lecter is just hankering for a chance to have Mason all to himself. He’d probably be dead by now if it weren’t for Dr. Lecter’s strange fixation with and desire for the people closest to him to find their own sense of power, even through his lapses in judgment, which he has too. This means he’s (potentially) waiting for Margot to do the dirty work. From his chair, he can sit back and press the buttons and create the bug in her ear, but as is the case with any of Dr. Lecter’s patients, this is not your typical therapy, where you walk out with a bottle of Xanax and schedule a future appointment. No, instead, you walk out with a mission in your mind and you bring your dead body to him so that he can help you cover your crimes.


Mason has gifted Dr. Lecter with a pig from his pork pen, which Dr. Lecter takes home to cook up for Will and Lecter’s lady friend Alana (formerly Will’s, which kind of makes her skanky in my book), but she thinks she has it all figured out, so we’ll let her continue to barrage ahead. Dr. Lecter is in one of his schmoozy maze-like monologue moods, in which cryptic, romantic opinion about life and death are the first two courses in his elaborate meal.


Hannibal Lecter: They love and kill what they love…

Alana Bloom: —and they eat what they love.

Dr. Lecter is showing off his culinary executions just the same as he displays all his killings. But honestly, his kitchen skills make me a little bit hungry (I have to admit it!) I’d watch his cooking show (and I’m curious to know what you think would make for a good Hannibal cooking show name, because why not?) By the way, let’s also take a moment to recognize Alana has sealed her fate. Girl, yes Dr. Lecter does eat what he loves, and forget the sexy ideas you had in your silly mind, please.


Dr. Lecter is amping up the passion in his romantic fling with Alana, but it’s definitely a sociopathic act—just as Margot arrives to meet with killer-empathizing/real killer Will for another late-night whiskey. I catch something’s about to happen between these two, as does Will, who says: “I don’t have the right parts for our proclivities, Margot.” Ah-ha! So, dude’s calling her out for being a gay girl, am I right? Eh—that’s not stopping Ginger Snaps.  “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” Margot whispers to Will, loosening her blouse and exposing some of the scars she’s received from her terrible brother.


But Will isn’t cool with all the ladies. There’s still journalist Freddie Lounds to contend with—a woman on a mission to uncover Hannibal as the Chesapeake Ripper. She’s no Gail Rivers circa the Scream movies, she’s just asking for it. Freddie ends up over at Will’s, snooping through his barn where she finds the remains of Randall Tier. Will discovers her being nosy and before she’s able to get to help, he kills her.

We close the episode with another decadent dinner scene, only this time it’s BYOB, as in Bring Your Own Body, and Will’s brought over some fresh meat. “This isn’t pork,” Dr. Lecter points out, slyly smiling as he delicately chews and looks on at Will. He asks if this meal is “an act of God” and Will takes a heartfelt bite of Freddie Lounds. It’s hard to imagine Will completely aligning himself with Hannibal, even now. They’re cannibalizing together and that’s completely creepy. What does Margot really want with Will? What is Mason going to do now that he’s met Dr. Lecter? How long is Alana sticking around for before she’s turned into slow-roasted pork belly? Does Margot have it in her to kill? What do you hope will happen next?

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